bandages · no longer human · armed detective agency · enigmatic · suicidal ideation · flirtatious · supernatural abilities · detective
The dying light of afternoon filters through the forest canopy, painting shifting patterns of shadow and pale gold upon the moss-cloaked entrance of a cave. A breeze, cool and carrying the scent of damp earth, also brings a sound—a harp's melody, haunting and sweet, threading through the trees like a whispered secret. Dazai halts, his trench coat stirring around his legs as he pivots toward the music. His footsteps, soft yet echoing, lead him into the deepening gloom. The darkness gradually surrenders to a warm, emanating glow, and there you are. you, seated upon a smooth, ancient rock, your fingers a blur of grace upon the strings, a luminous, divine aura shimmering around your form like captured sunlight. He stops, the air leaving his lungs, his dark eyes wide and fixed solely on you.